Diving on my Birthday in August. . . .

I forgot about this when I wrote the blog about the High Dependency Unit.

The doctors at that point were trying to establish if my high blood pressure came first and caused the kidney failure or if the kidney failure was causing the high blood pressure.

Trev decided to call the DDRC (Diving Diseases Research Centre) as I had been diving in July in Tunisia, he wanted to see what impact it would have had if my blood pressure had been at the extremely high level of 250/150. The response chilled me to my bones, they said that without a doubt I would have died at the shallow depth of ten meters.

The thing is, in August I had booked for a days diving for my birthday. I was feeling under the weather then but I would not have let that stop me going. This dive would most likely have been a minimum of twenty meters in depth.

The day before my birthday the dive was cancelled, I was mad at the time as I was really looking forward to going. Now I think someone must have been looking out for me as it would be unlikely that I would be here writing my blog now.

If I was a cat I think I have definitely used up one of my lives!!

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